100 word story. Exactly. No More. No less.

[BrightShinyGirl]

Treehouse

When we visit his parents, my boyfriend shows me his childhood treehouse.

It’s twenty feet off the ground. Peeking out the crude window I can see an old guy cutting his grass next door

Meanwhile, my boyfriend is behind me unbuttoning my shorts.

“Dude! What the hell!”

“Shhh.”

He pulls them down along with my panties, runs his hand between my legs.

“Oooh! Ok.”

The sound of his zipper.

Strong hands on my hips.

Rough floorboards under my bare knees.

Suddenly he’s inside me.

I bite my lip and clutch the windowsill.

Lawn guy looks up and I wave.

 

[Bamagan]

Treehouse

When we visit his parents, my boyfriend shows me his childhood treehouse.

It’s twenty feet off the ground. Peeking out the crude window I can see an old guy cutting his grass next door

Meanwhile, my boyfriend is behind me unbuttoning my shorts.

“Dude! What the hell!”

“Shhh.”

He pulls them down along with my panties, runs his hand between my legs.

“Oooh! Ok.”

The sound of his zipper.

Strong hands on my hips.

Rough floorboards under my bare knees.

Suddenly he’s inside me.

I bite my lip and clutch the windowsill.

Lawn guy looks up and I wave.

How many of these do you have left before you reach your century of hundos?

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

How many of these do you have left before you reach your century of hundos?

3 or 4 I think

 

[Bamagan]

3 or 4 I think

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

CFNM

He leans back against the kitchen table so I can jerk him off.

He’s stark naked, while I’m fully dressed. Jeans, a ratty tee shirt, and sneakers—not even anything sexy.

But god he’s so hard! I ease my hand up and down the quivering arc of his shaft, tease his heavy balls in their shaved sack.

When he gets close, he looks at me pleadingly.

I know what he needs.

I unbutton my jeans and pull out the front of my panties to show him the dense black tangle of my bush.

That’s where he shoots his load.

 

[Finger8]

CFNM

He leans back against the kitchen table so I can jerk him off.

He’s stark naked, while I’m fully dressed. Jeans, a ratty tee shirt, and sneakers—not even anything sexy.

But god he’s so hard! I ease my hand up and down the quivering arc of his shaft, tease his heavy balls in their shaved sack.

When he gets close, he looks at me pleadingly.

I know what he needs.

I unbutton my jeans and pull out the front of my panties to show him the dense black tangle of my bush.

That’s where he shoots his load.

Deliciously realized!

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Why Don’t We Do It in the Road?

We’re in the middle of nowhere when the song comes on the radio.

We glance at each other and smile.

Before the car even stops I have my pants off.

The rest of my clothes I pile in the front seat. Bra, panties, everything.

Barefoot, I pad around to meet you in the middle of the gritty pavement, right on the dashed line.

Down on all fours. My sweaty hair in my face, the hot Texas sun on my back.

You grab my hips and penetrate me.

A solitary cow watches us.

 

[NoTalentHack]

Why Don’t We Do It in the Road?

We’re in the middle of nowhere when the song comes on the radio.

We glance at each other and smile.

Before the car even stops I have my pants off.

The rest of my clothes I pile in the front seat. Bra, panties, everything.

Barefoot, I pad around to meet you in the middle of the gritty pavement, right on the dashed line.

Down on all fours. My sweaty hair in my face, the hot Texas sun on my back.

You grab my hips and penetrate me.

A solitary cow watches us.

I hope you keep writing these even after you get your 100. I've really been enjoying them a lot.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Totally Implausible

Right in the middle of the office during work hours.

Me flat on my back with my legs wide open.

You on top of me, really going at it.

Both of us naked.

Your cute ass rises and falls as you plunge into me.

Our coworkers are watching. A mixture of men and women, all fully clothed.

“I never knew she was such a huge slut,” someone says.

I am. I am a huge slut.

Your bare cock in my fertile cunt. Skin to skin. No protection.

Just as you’re about to cum I tell you I’m ovulating.

 

[LadyStillwater]

This is a fun exercise! I’m new to this all, so feedback welcome.

Texting a Friend from the Blue Line

Hey. The subway stopped again. IDK how late I’ll be.

It’s so crowded in here! I should have taken an Uber. At least I’m surrounded by some hotties. Lol!

Train’s not moving, but someone keeps rubbing my butt. IDK who. Can’t turn around.

Now the hand is trying to get up my skirt!

What do I do? The hand is trying to take off my underwear!

Two fingers now.
Fast.
He’ll stop right?

Didn’t stop. Rubbing dick between my legs. BIG. OMG.

FUCK FUCK FUCK

Train is moving again. Be there soon. I need some new underwear.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

This is a fun exercise! I’m new to this all, so feedback welcome.

Texting a Friend from the Blue Line

Hey. The subway stopped again. IDK how late I’ll be.

It’s so crowded in here! I should have taken an Uber. At least I’m surrounded by some hotties. Lol!

Train’s not moving, but someone keeps rubbing my butt. IDK who. Can’t turn around.

Now the hand is trying to get up my skirt!

What do I do? The hand is trying to take off my underwear!

Two fingers now.
Fast.
He’ll stop right?

Didn’t stop. Rubbing dick between my legs. BIG. OMG.

FUCK FUCK FUCK

Train is moving again. Be there soon. I need some new underwear.

Nice first attempt! Some points: with 100s every word has to count. Does the reader really need to know which subway line? Instead of the hand trying to do something, just have it do it!

Telling it as text messages makes your task harder. Now you’re limited to plausible texts in the narrator’s voice which makes descriptions longer.

 

[LadyStillwater]

Nice first attempt! Some points: with 100s every word has to count. Does the reader really need to know which subway line? Instead of the hand trying to do something, just have it do it!

Telling it as text messages makes your task harder. Now you’re limited to plausible texts in the narrator’s voice which makes descriptions longer.

Thanks for the thoughts!

 

[visioneer]

This is a fun exercise! I’m new to this all, so feedback welcome.

Texting a Friend from the Blue Line

Hey. The subway stopped again. IDK how late I’ll be.

It’s so crowded in here! I should have taken an Uber. At least I’m surrounded by some hotties. Lol!

Train’s not moving, but someone keeps rubbing my butt. IDK who. Can’t turn around.

Now the hand is trying to get up my skirt!

What do I do? The hand is trying to take off my underwear!

Two fingers now.
Fast.
He’ll stop right?

Didn’t stop. Rubbing dick between my legs. BIG. OMG.

FUCK FUCK FUCK

Train is moving again. Be there soon. I need some new underwear.

Welcome to the 100-word frustration.

To BrightShinyGirl's spot-on comment, I'll add that, while restrained to 100 words, you are still writing a story. I'm probably stating this awkwardly: while the nuances of the story have to go unwritten, the words that make the cut must prompt the reader's imagination to create those nuances. Think like an impressionist painter -- you get 100 brushstrokes to paint the landscape, but every person who views the piece can feel what you felt when painting it.

It's an excellent exercise to hone your writing skills. Looking forward to reading more from you.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Polaroid

Jane had been at Coates & Burnham for three weeks when she discovered the photo of the naked woman. It was face-down in the top drawer of her desk, pushed all the way back like someone had tried to hide it.

The woman was in her late twenties or early thirties. Tiny little pink titties, short brown hair. Her legs were wide open, proudly showing the photographer her freshly-fucked pussy.

Jane had been hired as a replacement for an attorney named Susan Nash who’d left the the firm abruptly two months before.

Was this her? Was this Susan Nash?

 

[Finger8]

Perhaps, She Should Stay

A humid August and already, an unknown woman has taken up residence on our secluded beach.

I hate to be the one to inform her that she is on private property.

I can’t help but to assess the curves of her bare breasts, moving further along down her abdomen to where her bikini bottoms should be.

I feel my cock spike at the thought of approaching her, already enticed by the view.

A floppy sun hat obscures her face, but the rest is all skin.

I begin considering the possible negotiations that might allow her to stay. I’ve got ideas.

 

[AG31]

I just read that the common practice here is to say "comments welcome" if you want feedback. I forgot to do that on my second post. It can be disheartening to not hear back and wonder if anyone read it at all. So I'll go ahead and put that out there since I started this thread.

Well, here's a comment!! I'm totally enjoying this collection of 100 word stories. I'm going to save the link to it for the next time I get into one of those character/plot vs stroke conversations!!!!

@visioneeer @Winter_Fare @BrightShinyGirl

 

[onehitwanda]

The burden

"You're always so cold."

I shrug. "It doesn't really bother me. Being cold, I mean."

"You're so pale as well," she adds. "Are you sure you're eating enough?"

The question amuses me - but I don't answer her.

She sighs and rolls away; I know she's watching the faint, flickering flames.

I stare at the pulsing line of her neck.

"I worry about you," she says. She clutches herself. "You may not, but I do."

"I've learned not to care..."

"But I haven't! And I can't!"

I sigh.

She's so young.

One day... soon... Death will take her.

But never me.

 

[onehitwanda]

I seem to be on a theme.

Darkest before dawn

the snow has frosted the roses with the salt of three hundred years' tears.

birds' footprints dot the ground like the claws of the departed.

high above me, the stars glitter cold and alone.

It never works.

It worked on me, but I cannot pass it on.

I stare at your grave under its silent shroud.

You swore you'd come back to me.

I close my eyes, hold myself.

I remember biting you.

The hot taste of your blood.

The smile you gave me as you sank away.

I have nothing now but heartache...

and a date with tomorrow's sunrise.

 

[MargotPayge]

That is heartbreaking.

... and a date with tomorrow's sunrise.

I never suspected a vampire might commit suicide...

 

[onehitwanda]

That is heartbreaking.

I never suspected a vampire might commit suicide...

I've always toyed with the idea of a tragic vampire romance in the style of I, Strahd.

 

[luv2bfkd]

In Control

On top, riding him, watching him. His gaze focused on my widely stretched pussy sliding up and down his hard cock.

I say things like he says when he’s on top.

‘That’s it. Take it. Take this pussy all over your hard cock.’

‘You like this pussy, don’t you? Squeezing you. Caressing you’ as I fully impale myself to grind against you.

‘When the time comes, I’m not going to give you a choice. I’m going to cum all over your cock.’

‘And then I’ll make you cum way up inside me.’

‘I’m going to take what belongs to me.’

 

[visioneer]

Every now and then a photograph piques my imagination and becomes the inspiration for a story. One day I may write a longer piece from this photo, but for now, here is an ungentle micro fiction it prompted. Comments welcome.



Boundary Condition

Goading him to drop the guardrails, to make her believe the make-believe was real? She’d been warned emphatically: never top this dom from below. Yet, like a moth to the flame…

“I dare you.” As her mouth shaped the words, the magnitude of her fuck-up reflected off his eyes.

Now here she was.

Naked.

Bound.

Gagged.

Hooded.

Waiting. How long? Long enough for bravado to wither into squirming anxiety.

The protesting groan of a door ices her sweat. His inexorable footfall melts self-control into a humiliating flood that streams off the chair.

“My sweet bitch,” he growls. “Shall we begin?”

 

[Devinter]

Can't live without you..

The first time you made me cry, I was four. You took my dinosaur toy.

The second time was when I found out what your father had done. That monster.

I don't remember the third, but I know I cried when you said yes to go to prom. Happy tears.

And when you walked down the aisle. God, you looked so beautiful.

How you looked at me when our son was born.

And when you got diagnosed. Sorrow.

But the last time you made me cry was today. Rest in peace, darling - I'll be with you in just a moment.

 

[MediocreAuthor]

A Mother's Secret Pumpkin
"It's full of Pumpkin Seed"
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After my husband died, I thought I would never find love again. I did eventually – from his brother. Our shared grief turned into mutual comfort, fondness… then… lust.

The sex fills me with shame, but I can’t stop.

Yesterday evening, I had to sit on his lap during a hayride, and he… toyed with me. Even with family nearby. I’m afraid my daughter might have seen.

“What was Uncle Dave doing with his hand yesterday?” Vanessa asks, innocently.

“He was just messing with my Pumpkin.” I point to the jack-o’-lantern.

“Pumpkin?” she muses. “That’s a unique name for your cunt.”

 

[Bamagan]

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A Mother's Secret Pumpkin
"It's full of Pumpkin Seed"
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After my husband died, I thought I would never find love again. I did eventually – from his brother. Our shared grief turned into mutual comfort, fondness… then… lust.

The sex fills me with shame, but I can’t stop.

Yesterday evening, I had to sit on his lap during a hayride, and he… toyed with me. Even with family nearby. I’m afraid my daughter might have seen.

“What was Uncle Dave doing with his hand yesterday?” Vanessa asks, innocently.

“He was just messing with my Pumpkin.” I point to the jack-o’-lantern.

“Pumpkin?” she muses. “That’s a unique name for your cunt.”

...and then Vanessa recoiled when her mother withdrew a lit candle from her nethers.